It’s been a while I know but you know what they say, no news is good news, yes? Motherhood is a wonderful thing, it’s like babysitting my nephews and nieces all over again, only longer. A lifetime!
I wanted so much to update, but I didn’t want this space to be a ranting place of the bad and the bad, especially when it involves everybody’s feelings. The 44 days Malay confinement is something that I don’t ever want to go through EVER again (labour yes, but with lots of epidural thank you). I went from being depressed, bat-crazy, angry, upset, and stubborn –-
But I am okay now. I have a baby! And he is me – the high forehead, big eyes, small nose, botoxed chin my God how great is the universe to replicate a baby (Dizzy Li calls him ‘mini human’) just like me! I hope he doesn’t inherit my broodiness though.
We celebrated our first anniversary recently and I start work on the 7th. It feels, it feels like I don't know, I'm just terrified. Work has never been easy and I feel like I'm going back to work with zero knowledge, like i have to start all over again and I'm such a slowwww learner. Sigh. But to think positive, a quote from Jalal ad-Din Rumi: "You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?"
Anyway, RIP MJ. You all know how much I love him and how Billie Jean never fails to shift my bad mood to a shiny-happy-people mood. The tune that I'm singing when I'm breastfeeding Idris Rumi? "Don't stop til you get enough!" The minute he starts crying? "You are not alonnne, I am here with youuuuuu" The best advice I can give to my son (omg i have a son!) the minute he starts dating? "Don't go round breaking young girls' hearts!" :)
